Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Ex Professionals

I pick up these subtleties and inside, to me, a very personal bomb goes off. It's been rather difficult distinguishing emotional pain from physical pain sometimes. Like now, the pain seems great and should be alarming me and I refuse to respond. I stay still and feel it. Understand where it comes from, where it's going. Why it's alerting me and I know that my time is limited. But, the doctors and society would say, Rush to the hospital as fast as possible and save your life. I wonder why I should be doing that. Why would anymore people need me around, trying to secure myself a space?

They seem to not want to listen. I could be screaming and that's the last thing they want to hear. Because, apparently, when I raise my voice, it resonates through the heart. My words penetrate through the lies on your face. I have driven some to tears and that is most discomforting. It's my supernatural power and I admit, I've been helping my own dysfunctional customs along and trying to hold on to things as if they were like business before or at least business as usual.

I need new eyeglasses for when I drive, and I probably should not be driving, but no officer will pull me over, because Tucumcari is a lawless land. The town is so small, having depended on long distance travelers to pay homage of any kind, it is barely paid for and it will never pay back it's debts. It is friendly and slow. I loved it immediately. It was desolate, quiet. Serene. The Museums or specialty shops have little to no traffic and the city is charging customers through the nose for access to water, electricity, gas, phone, ... I declare, what have I done? Again. I need medical care and I am running from that.

I wanted to provide my dog with a backyard. A gated backyard. I wanted to keep my dog, but the more I tried to keep her, the worse my life would get. Having pets had become a discriminant action. Having pets was like the last legal thing to discriminate against. So how did this get started? (The Chinese)The corporations producing dog food in China for American families (ship to) contained a chemical that surely killed at least one of my cats.

But, they couldn't kill off enough so the backlash of having unyielding dogs that destroy carpets and doors was becoming too much for investment home owners to bare. Rentals became pet unfriendly. Housing or Inn's charge extra for the privilege of bringing your pet with you.

I Asked Her About the Utilities and She Down Played It

My new landlord, anxious to rent the house, took little convincing from little old me that I could give her money now. Bring back more money and then graciously accept the deposit fees of the utilities as well. No. I had not factored that in. I am disabled and on limited income and cannot be expected to have those kinds of funds.

My landlords rented me a house that did not have running water for the first fifteen days because of faulty pipes under the bathroom and two pipes had to be replaced so far. The boards in the floor in two rooms, the bathroom and a small sun-room in the south corner have been sawed off and ripped up to give access to the plumbers. Non of this contract work is on the level. It goes to unlicensed ex-professionals. So none of this income is supposedly being recorded and that's why the City has been privatized by outside (foreign) (chinese) funding. It's actually our own funding, but that's what we paid for, a privately own government to rule our lives and organize our time. They are so suave aren't they?

You didn't even feel that, did you?



What is the Connection between Discrimination and Financial Takeover as in creating a state?

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